Searching For A Home
Searching for a home
The worst thing about selling your home (other than packing it up) is finding where you’re moving to next. If you’re searching a nearby neighborhood, it’s not so difficult because you can just drive over there and see the sign on the lawn and schedule an appointment. Doing it via online and telephone is a little more tricky, especially with these apps where you might be dealing with humans and you might not. So, I’ve narrowed it down to a couple things, namely that I don’t want to pay a lot and I don’t want a big lot. And this time I’m looking away from the water so that I don’t have that to worry about. I’d rather walk to the water than have it flood up to me.
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